DON PARRINO

[magsalecs]

#walk, walk fashion baby.

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anchormina‌:

The irritation she felt at his words caused her to shift on her feet, but her smile didn’t falter. She was used to people not taking her serious. And she had played into that for the past few years as Royce’s Anchor. Only, it had served to make her a target instead of the threat she needed to be. Keeping her eyes focused on him, she wanted nothing more than to turn around and deem this little excursion a mistake, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

When he told her to come on, surprise broke across her face. Mina hadn’t been expecting that. Following along, she kept her head held high as she entered the room. Now that she was faced with the question, she didn’t know how to proceed. Thinking things through and actually doing them, were very different things. “I suppose I wanted to ask if I ended up here, exactly where you could talk to me that day on accident. What ends did it serve you for those against Royce to be removed?” She asked, folding her arms over her chest.

It had been playing in her mind since she had gone back to Royce’s side. What did Vittorio gain by urging her to remove those threats? Why had someone from Seraphim even brought her there in the first place? She didn’t have any dealings with them.

He had to make sure his plan worked out in the end. With Mina everything could fall with one wrong thought, one lie he had to fully develop in his mind before seeing her. To be steadfast in his beliefs seemed to be the best approach, to be almost non-responsive even better. But how could he be? As one of the most volatile Saints in all of Athos? Sighing as she finally spoke, Vittorio shrugged. “They were playing a false game. They weren’t playing by my rules -- Royce has almost nothing to do with it. You see, we might not be close, but I think Royce Delacroix is the real hope for Athos, at least in the long run. Don’t get it twisted, however, I am loyal to the crown,” he grinned mysteriously, as if his words implied something else, something sinister. 

Sitting down on a large chair, Vittorio looked almost relaxed, even with her around. “I am a part of Seraphim. I didn’t want to hurt you nor your royal employer.” He moved a pen around on the table, almost as if to keep himself focused. “Afraid I’d hurt your precious royal like all the others? No, I know better than to mess with them. But all the others? Dead weight.”

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jpdelacroix‌:

JP was confused and ever-growing in his wariness of the palpable tension emanating from his friend and business partner. His eyes squinted and he begun making mental notes about this behavior. The Kind was hesitant to act on suspicions in a moment where he would be very inconvenienced by lies and disloyalty but also because he felt extra paranoid due to his exhaustion and the amount of things already on his mind. He was sensible enough to believe he might just be overthinking it.

Vittorio’s words and claims about Liam Grey were very effectively distracting and he listened carefully. JP had enough to think and worry about to be thinking of each little citizen that had some sort of bone to pick with the crown, especially now. That’s why he had Vittorio to keep him up to date with the lesser people and that’s why he felt grateful now to know this information. He nodded.

“Well.” JP looked out at the gardens, thought heavy in his gaze. “If what you say is true is he is amassing that many followers…. then there is something that should be done about it.” He looked back at Vittorio. “I want you to keep an eye on him and do what it takes to make things difficult. We have Seraphim and our own legion of Saints for this… We have to have the Saints drawn to something different - something under our control.”

He knew his lies would soon be detected. Lying wasn’t easy for him, it had always been a struggle to keep the lie alive and suffocate the truth, but his own body language and voice betrayed him in the worst ways. Apart from making sure his own reputation remained intact, he didn’t want for Jean-Pierre to find out his own girlfriend’s involvement. Who knew? It would just end up inconveniencing him, not her. Raising the edge of his upper lip, almost as if he’d smelled something bad, Vittorio simply nodded as a response. “He is providing a hideout, somewhere Saints can stay and hide themselves in. Family, that’s what they consider themselves to be. We need to open our own gates for all sorts of Saints, make sure they see us as providers of freedom and opportunities.” Scratching the back of his head, Vittorio intensely thought about what made Liam Gray so valuable, then again he could only think of how he’d the personality of a real leader, paired with powers not many could match. “If you want me to kill him, I will. Observing him will mean nothing -- he has no weaknesses. He’s a lost kid surrounded by other lost kids. It’s a damn miracle they haven’t planned a coup d’etat on him or us yet.”

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sambxnson‌:

Sam was not an anti-social creature. They were just… Always on the same shit. Always harping on about Saints and riots and what have you. They didn’t switch off- it wasn’t that they didn’t know how, just that they didn’t want too. It made some people think they didn’t like parties. Not true. They loved parties, those that weren’t royal weddings that is.

They shrugged, sipping their drink. “If I can avoid police and castle guards I can avoid you.” At the implication his time in their life might not be drawing to a close anytime soon they gritted their teeth- not so much just at the fact that he’d be around, rather worry at the influence he might be on Alice. Sam snorted out a laugh. “I’ll pass, thanks. I’m sure you’re plenty charming when you want to be, and pretty to boot, I completely understand why Alice would like you. But whatever small amount of good you might have is not enough to make me forget all the bad.”

He’d always believed Sam to be one of the most interesting Saints out there. Non-conformist, rebellious, standing their ground -- they possessed everything needed to become unique and dominated by no one. He’d been similar in so many ways, yet his loyalties lie elsewhere. With a chuckle Vittorio nodded at their words. “Apparently not. Why are you here, anyway? I’m sure they locked away everything of value days before the wedding.” He looked around to confirm his own statement, yet he saw golden forks and knives on each table, crystal vases, old portraits of former kings, the crown jewels both adorning Jean-Pierre and Sofia -- they didn’t hide their wealth whatsoever. “Nevermind,” he had to accept defeat.

“Well, that’s a shame, I’m sure I could convince you otherwise.” Flirting with them didn’t feel as wrong as it should -- if anything it was also so much fun. Their back and worth reminded him that one saying -- the enemy of my enemy is a friend -- and he believed some of it showed itself right this moment. “If you mean my business, then I can assure you this has nothing to do with Alice nor will it ever affect her. She’s safe with me.” 

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amaradelgado‌:

The offer that Vittorio gave her was one that made her think. It was tempting enough to start considering it. The problem however was that it felt that if she gave him one finger, he would like the whole hand instead. Once she would get onto this offer, her instincts told her that she wasn’t going to get out that easily. Politicians were always saying things that came to their advantage or of their party. She had always advised Gaspard on what felt right to her. This casino was definitely a different setting in what she usually was found.

“Let’s say I want to take you up on this training, what would be in it for you?” Amara asked him, her eyes focused on the face of the man in front of her. Handsome but definitely dangerous, that was one way to describe Vittorio. “I might not know you that well, but you don’t seem to be someone who gives a training for free.”

He’d needed someone like Amara for such a long time. Despite his initial concerns about how he might approach her, a direct approach seemed to work best. Knowing he wouldn’t get far by lies, he opted to choose his words more wisely now, something he’d never tried before, so sloppiness might be his downfall after all. With his hands folded in front of his chest, Vittorio eagerly waited for an answer, but all she replied with was a ... question? Rolling his eyes, Vittorio gestured vaguely around “We’re surrounded by a bunch of influential dickheads. This is a honest request to team up with me. I cannot lie to you, Amara, you know I can’t.” His blue eyes stared down at her, as if to intimidate her, yet he only wanted for his words to impress her. “You’d already give me anything by teaming up with me.”

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santanaminx‌:

Joining a group or joining anything had never been Minx’ thing. No, she was someone who fought on her own and she continued doing so. She had her arms crossed in front of her as she watched the man that was on the ground, unable to see anything. It were Vittorio’s powers as a Saint that intrigued her more than whatever he was planning with the man on the ground. “I guess they do.” The words left her mouth, knowing very well that they did so because she wanted to know what he wanted to do more to this man. Vittorio could be very dangerous with his powers, that was one thing she was sure about. She herself was able to react on whatever someone else did and she knew how to handle that situation without a doubt. If Vittorio were to take her eyesight away, he would also be able to take away her powers. That was dangerous to her. She moved in even closer, so she was standing next to Vittorio. “What would you do next?”

He had many ideas of how to handle disobedience and drunk idiots like him. Eden was Seraphim’s playground, always would be, so he had to enforce their rules as best as possible. Shrugging Vittorio turned towards Minx and pointed at the man in front of him, crawling away from him, but only closer to her. He certainly didn’t know where to crawl to since all his sense were still very much deactivated. “Are you just gonna stare and watch me do all the work? Don’t be shy, we’re all just here for some fun,” Vittorio said before kicking the man against his side, making him roll onto his back in pain. “He wanted a fight, he sure as hell can get one.” With many others already watching, he purposely waited until many watched what he was doing before taking a Sinner. Immediately his aggression subsided as advertised -- and as perfectly acted out by Vittorio himself. “Not worth it,” a murmur, nothing more. Walking towards Minx he grinned at her nonchalantly. “We can get a drink if you want to.”

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auroraparrino‌:

God, how Aurora would have appreciated the opportunity to just talk with her brother. To settle their differences once and for all and ask why the hell he’d hated her for so many years. Why they had drifted the way they did and if there was the possibility they could somehow stop the family drama for once. But no, not. Not now that she was a ball of firey, uncontrollable rage with the realization that Vittorio had chosen the life he had. Maybe part of it was the guilt she hadn’t been there to stop him.

Vittorio screamed at her but she stood her ground, resisting the powerful urge to slap him. Somehow, deep inside, Aurora recognized the sharp anger that was now surfacing on top of everything else had a lot to do with something that wasn’t Vittorio’s fault. “Her chest heaved with the way her heart pounded and now her head. Her eyes began to string as she heard the sound of someone running towards them behind her. ‘Aurora! There you are! Oh my God, thank God. Shit, we’ve been looking everywhere. We thought something happened,’ the EMT cried out. ‘You need to come now. There’s a… royal chopper. They’ve been looking everywhere for you - something about an emergency at the palace,’ the man said quickly, now warily casting glances at Vittorio. 

Aurora nodded wordlessly, breath shaky as she composed herself. “I’m fine. I’m coming. Tell them I’m coming,” she said, nodding so that other would leave. He looked at Vittorio once more before rushing back. Aurora turned to give her brother once last look, expression filled with leftover anger but mostly regret and desperation to fix something that she couldn’t. “If it’s true and you’re a Saint,” she said quietly, remembering again that strange complete lose of sight she’d had in the bunker. “Then you’re right. You’re not our father… You’re worse. And the shittiness of our past is nothing compared to what you’ll do now.” 

She shook her head and inhaled a shaky breath before turning and running. 

Vittorio visibly denied himself to feel anything at this point, his jaw was tightly pressed together, eyes narrowed, arms crossed together as if he transformed himself into a living wall which would repel all signs of affection for his sister. No, underneath all the pretenses and lies, he did love her, more than anyone else, more than himself. A prideful Saint and Don, he’d sometimes wished to have her by his side, her wisdom and powers as a way to strengthen the family and his own empire. Alas, he had a hard time acknowledging or even confessing his feelings. To show any sign of weakness, in his mind at least, meant death. Hate had always seemed easier, envy a monster he’d raised in his heart which fed on the love inside of him. In his mind he went through all the possibilities of Aurora getting hurt, how they might torture her, would force her to heal herself -- meeting her now, in the midst of an ongoing feud, only made him more alert to possible threats -- she posed as just another threat to him while she stood her ground, rage visible in her eyes -- and the boy who cared for his sister momentarily had to make sure she’d run away from him, from the threat. 

With one of her supposed friends running up to her, Vittorio immediately removed his gaze from Aurora and looked towards the stranger, mustering them. “Emergency at the palace,” Vittorio repeated while his mind played through the murder like it was a movie scene. “Be your own weapon, Rora. Forget daddy dearest. Mark my words -- you will not be happy unless you fully accept Sainthood and stop fucking comparing me to him.” He shouted at her, rage filling him again, nourishing his actions. “You’re too late, anyway,” he murmured to himself, all while watching her run away from the threat, towards death, towards a new beginning.

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sambxnson‌:

People associated anarchy with chaos, and they couldn’t be further from the truth. Anarchy was order without hierarchy. Without the royal family, without underworld wannabe mafia boys. Sam just– wanted freedom, but they’d known from a young age that the world wasn’t made for them. Bathrooms for genders they didn’t feel comfortable calling themselves, teachers that taught lies, people who told the truth sitting in cells. So they spent more time than they honestly wanted fighting- the world, the people. All of it. And now the aggression and suspicion leaked into every aspect of their life- including their opinions on Alice’s choice of romantic partner.  Vittorio was a bad guy.

Sam cocked their head to the side, taking a sip from their glass as they considered his words. “I know I can talk to her.” They nodded, “and I know if you thought about it for more than five seconds you’d realize I’m too stubborn to let you stop me from doing anything, especially spending time with my friend.” They rolled their eyes, elbows braced against their knees. “But I fail to see how my avoiding you is in any way unhelpful to anyone. I don’t like you, Vitt. I rather think it’s better for all parties if we just agree to stay out of eachothers way.”

Vittorio enjoyed social gatherings much more than any other Saint he knew. The mix of Mundanes and Saints allowed him to form new bonds, see bonds of others crumble or form within seconds. He’d seen Sam before, close to Alice, but they’d never been a fan of him, that much he knew. While being around them, Vittorio couldn’t help himself and grinned all the way, from ear to ear -- his little game to see how much he could annoy Sam today without having to lay a finger. His mere presence seemed to annoy them -- and in all honesty Vittorio completely focused on Sam at that moment, something he’d never acknowledge. No, his focus happened subconsciously. Granted, he’d never seen anyone as stubborn as Sam. 

“How’s that even possible? Staying away from each other? Alice and I-- this is getting serious,” he took a sip from his glass of wine and simply looked into the crowd as he kept on talking to them. “If you weren’t so fixated on only seeing the bad in me, it wouldn’t hurt to just think five seconds about what Alice actually feels about me. It’s not smoke and mirrors, clearly not just a PR stunt -- I gotta burst your bubble on this one, Sam. If you’re jealous, by all means, join us.”

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anchormina‌:

Location:Seraphim Pit Date: August 26th 2019 Availability: @underworldkiing

Walking back into the Seraphim stronghold after everything that had happened was surreal. She had a purpose for this visit, a specific task that had been weighing on her mind since she had accepted what she had done. Eyes skipping around the room, they landed on each individual person scattered about, looking for Vittorio Parrino.

She got a few strange looks, but no one moved to question what she was doing there. Spotting him, she moved quickly to place herself in his path, a sweet smile on her lips. “Mr. Parrino, just the man I was looking for!” she exclaimed, mustering up all the fake cheer she could. “I was wondering if you could spare a moment to speak with me.”

The Seraphim pit just kept on producing valuable information. Almost like a training facility, more and more Saints rushed into the pit and fought against one another, creating an advantage for Seraphim and its records. What the royal family failed to accomplish in those two decades now filled itself with ease and it was Vittorio who looked at his fellow Mobsters fighting it out in the pit, using brutal and also entertaining tactics to destroy one another. 

As he was about to leave the pit to return to the Underworld, he was momentarily stopped by a much smaller, petite looking woman he knew all too well. Mina Augustine, Anchor of Royce Delacroix. “Aren’t you precious?” he teased her without thinking. Crossing his arms, he just kept staring at her as if starting a battle between them at who can stare the other down longest. “Come on,” Vittorio turned to the right and moved into one of the many spare rooms meant for Saints to relax in, which almost worked as an apartment to those who’d become homeless ever since their awakening. Closing the door behind them, the Don turned around towards her. “What do you want?”

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jpdelacroix‌:

JP huffed through his nostrils, “Yes,” he responded simply at first. “The shapeshifter. Jeanne works with me and I know she is a part of everything you work on in some way so I suggest you keep in touch when necessary.” It was thanks to Vittorio that he had such a tight hold on the Underworld and valuable connections and knowledge of Athos he might otherwise lack. But it was Jeanne who was safer (for his reputation) and far more frequent company as his official staff.

Vittorio was clearly uncomfortable with talk of the murders, but JP was reluctant to think much of it. After all, it had been a success and did he care that perhaps it was a gruesome, bad memory for him otherwise? Not necessarily. JP was silent for a moment, pondering if he wanted to push for every single detail. But despite convincing himself he did not care, a part of JP was loathe to hear about anything his mother or father might have said. “Very well,” he finally responded, nodding. He trusted the people Vittorio placed his trust on - they’ve been working together years now.

“Liam Gray?” JP scoffed and grinned. “The one who thinks himself some pseudo king with his pretty little club? I hardly think he’s going to be much of a threat… unless you have reason to believe he is more serious in his apparent distaste for the crown.”

With someone like Jeanne helping them out, Vittorio knew they were forming a strong, impenetrable army of Saints and Mundanes alike. Jeanne was loyal, loving and talented -- Vittorio held her to high esteem.  “Yes, I absolutely should, your Majesty.” Vittorio leaned back, almost as if to signalize the king he felt comfortable enough to talk about the darker, illegal topics he had not many to talk to about, at least eye to eye, as somewhat equals.

Should he tell him? How his girlfriend aided him in the attack? How she moved behind him, always looking back into the darkness almost as if to make sure the light she’d left behind was still resting and safe in his sleep? He’d never asked Sofia to help him nor was he the one to eventually thank Sofia for her help. They hadn’t spoken since and if he knew just how much the king truly cared for her, then he’d made sure not to involve her in all of this. Biting his lip in an attempt to stop himself from even mentioning her, Vittorio stared at Jean-Pierre with tension visible through his eyes. 

“He’s someone who could burn down an entire kingdom with ease, additionally I think he’s extremely hot-headed and volatile, he cannot be trusted with this amount of power. He might not have a large army like you do, but he has an army, nonetheless. An army of Saints.” He stopped, but continued after rephrasing the next sentence in his head, over and over “There are whispers among Saints. About him, anyway, always. He exudes confidence, charisma and a rebellious spirit most Saints are clinging to, a drawn to like a moth to a lamp.”

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Partners in Crime || Elise & Vittorio

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illusionscfelise‌:

Location: Holy Spirit Bar. Date: August, 27th, 2019. Time: 8:00 pm.

Underworld. It was a place of mind, rather than an actual location, at least when it came to the Lady of Illusions. As an actress, and a good one, too, she couldn’t be seen swimming in such dangerous waters, but it didn’t mean that she wasn’t affiliated with them. It all began during the Open Gates of the Seraphim, when all Saints, and mundanes, had come to mingle with each other, and it was there that she met Vittorio Parrino. She had rarely agreed with many people, but even if she was a kind, and good individual, it didn’t mean that she was immune to the allure of darkness, and all it offered.

She hadn’t planned on meeting with Vittorio in the Bar, opting for a little alone time with a drink, but once she’s spotted his dark frame striding through the door, Elise turned on her chair, and attempted to catch his attention without waving like a maniac - just a little illusion, of something incredibly clichéish, like a purple butterfly, dancing in front his eyes and fluttering over to where she sat, with an amused grins forming on her lips.

Vittorio continuously expanded his regime to some of the most unlikely corners of Athos. Within the church, among the innocent, among the popular, such as Elise -- he saw their value and acted before anyone else did. The failures of his father, a fairly well known, yet distrustful Don, paired with his inability to give up some of his power to others who might handle certain situations better than him, were an aspect in Vittorio’s rule that he’d immediately abolished and rather worked against to prevent it from happening to himself. With others, his intentions towards Elise weren’t entirely innocent nor selfless, but he’d found a liking in her, nonetheless. She wasn’t a fool nor someone who might betray him later on -- no, she played her part wonderfully and he couldn’t be happier having her as a partner in crime.

Having Elise opened him some previously closed doors. The movie industry seemed so much more in reach now with Elise at his side. Her mere presence created an aura of calmness and almost like a spiritual awakening, one he’d never thought possible before her. He’d always associated the color purple with her, a regal, enchanting color and, as the illusion guided him towards her, Vittorio couldn’t help himself and grinned. Additionally, he pressed his middle finger against his thumb and started rubbing slightly, turning her sight from blurry to clear in second intervals, just to mess with her. “Long time no see,” Vittorio let himself fall into the bench in front of her. “Mischievous as always. What are you up to now, Elise?” he raised an eyebrow and leaned in closer “We should take our next trip to the underworld. There’s been some rumors about a future war. We might have to, you know, silence those who are spreading rumors.”

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Snakes & Vipers. Alice & Vittorio.

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viperaalice‌:

surprise bubbles under her skin , but never pours through the cracks of her mask. she has lived her life , following that fateful night , by being many people ; all of them different , custom made for the liking , or bewilderment , or lust - whichever she had planned to inflict during her shows. since the faithful night , she was closed off towards all but a select few ; & with truth that surfaced , leaving her lips & hanging in the air between them , a secret that no one had known , but herself & her mother ; with that truth coming out , Vittorio was solidified as the only one who would ever know her deepest & darkest of secrets. his own admittance was enough to coax her to confide in him - but , even before she managed to say too much , his gesture spoke volumes , & the viper smiles , meant to reassure him ; but , she was scared as well.

she listens as her lover speaks of Athos & Omerta , & she nods , understanding of what he was saying , smile creeping on her lips at the soft compliment. glass raises to her lips , & she takes a drink , gathering her thoughts & finding her words to explain - to let him know that the monster she’s met , was her. Alice placed the glass back on the table , & turned to face the dark man in front of her. she smiles , but it’s a nervous smile , even if she begins to know , in her very core , that Vittorio would not , will not , desert her , just like she would never leave him. “ you know I’ll stand by you no matter what , Vi. “ a pet name leaves her lips as she sighs , then softly chuckles. Alice snakes her arms around his neck again , & nods. “ it was me , Vittorio. I killed her. Henry’s wife. & my mother took the blame. but , it was me , & my poison. I’m the monster.” she finally finds the strength to utter the truth & it leaves her … empty. 

Alice would always have a special place in his icy heart. Not many knew the full truth, well, even just half of it -- just like Alice Vittorio kept everything a secret, from relationships to murders. If someone like him willingly opened up, then he’d seen either a potential partner in the long run or someone who is willing to accept him for who he truly is. Not many had what he desired, but Alice always delivered , unlike so, so many in his life. She should, had to, remain his dancing queen, the actress who played her role perfectly -- but sometimes even Vittorio wished for something real, as cheesy as it might sound. Catching himself thinking this way, he abruptly shook his head to free himself from such thoughts. Wrong time, wrong place, for sure.

Vittorio eagerly listened to every word she spoke, hoping that they’d reveal something to him he didn’t know of or simply perceived as nothing but gossip -- yes, she revealed more secrets, just as planned, just as he’d hoped for. With her hands clinging onto the back of his neck, Vittorio leaned in closer towards her and pressed a soft kiss against her forehead, just to make sure he gave off positive signals -- that her words didn’t frighten him one bit. “You surely had your reasons. We are Saints, Alice, everyone has at least one cross to bear.” Release himself from her, Vittorio took a step back and held her chin between two fingers. “You’re not a monster, you’re a Saint. Some might think these words are synonymous to one another, some might describe them as antonyms -- all I see is a woman, eager to be someone she could’ve never been without Sainthood. Believe me, being a Don comes with all sorts of cruelty, with all sorts of chaos and death. You are not alone, you will never be alone.”

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theonlyjeanne‌:

Jeanne had gotten a rare moment to herself. The king was satisfied with her work for the night but unfortunately, it was too late to return to her actual home. Not that it would make much sense, he’d likely need her early in the morning. So she stayed in her room in the castle. 

She laid across her bed, a book idly in her hand as she texted Dexter. At the door opening, she jumped up, raising an eyebrow at the man who entered the room. “Mr. Parrino,” she greeted in return but before she could say anything else he sat down, making himself comfortable. “Of course not,” she answered, a touch of bite in her words. “I work for the king now. Surely, you understand the value of that.” she pointed out, taking a seat on the bed opposite where he sat. “What would you have me do? Walk out on our king? I was under the impression the two of you had an understanding.” She tilted her head to the side, observing her guest.

To have Jeanne in Seraphim remained essential to the organization as a whole. Her involvement not only meant many faces in one, but more knowledge about the royal family, fighting skills, a valuable asset for their empire. “I understand, perfectly well, even.” In fact, he’d done the same thing over the past few weeks. The new king had ways of being more, in so many ways. More than the late king could ever be, more passionate, more dominant, more successful in his pursuits. While Vittorio might’ve been weary at first, he now saw the true value in having Jean-Pierre as king, despite some of them still believing in the old king. “That’s why you will remain where you are,” while it might’ve sounded more like a demand, his entire body language looked comfortable, relaxed, not threatening. In fact, he’d leaned back by now, his head slightly tilted as if he tried to read her as well -- mirroring someone else’s body language did serve as an incentive. 

“I’m sure you’re aware of his royal hi-- my apologies -- Lucian’s newest revelation? I’m sure the royal family has other things they plan right now, you are better off with us, fighting and helping us. I will not speak for Dante, I speak to you as another member: one day we will dominate this world, as Saints, Mundanes will be powerless in every way. Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted? Glory?”

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santanaminx‌:

There was something about this party that set off everything. Sin was a word to summarise the vibe at the Seraphim Party at the moment. Minx was one of many and she found herself watching a scene unfold in front of her. She recognised Vittorio Parrino from her time in Omerta. The Parrino Maffia had been hard to avoid, she had worked out a way to work together with his baby sister, but she never had anything to do with Vittorio.

Minx had her arms crossed as she watched Vittorio deal with the situation that had developed. She raised her eyebrows as he pointed out that she was free to join him. “Alliances even. What kind of lessons do you want to learn him,” she asked curiously, as she moved in a little more. Usually she would’ve stayed away from this and gather the left overs, to see if there was something left of value. But no, she was genuinly interested in what Vittorio was planning for the man.

The more Saints took their Sinners, the less likely Vittorio not fight have to fight today. With some of those party-goers acting like crazy, Vittorio had to make sure his fellow Seraphim members, and himself, wouldn’t be harmed. Looking at the other Saint, he nodded once, inviting her in to his newest ‘game’, as one could say. “Blind him, numb him, deafen him, whatever --” He pushed the other man down onto his knees, grabbed him by his blonde hair and forced him even further down. I can’t see, I can’t fucking see. “I’ve always loved blinding others in Omerta, mid-gun fight for example. They just... missed me over and over again until I gutted them. This precious, little Saint wouldn’t dare to hurt us now, would he?” Vittorio forcefully shook the other man’s head. “Exactly what I thought.” he announced, basically erasing all of the other man’s free will. “I mean, feel free to fully join me. Guys like him deserve a lesson, don’t ya think?” In fact, he just wanted to see how tough Minx was, if she’d be a great addition for Seraphim, or not.

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teleportdex‌:

It seemed like everyone he had left back in Omerta was making an appearance in Athos, though, that didn’t stop the grin from spreading across his lips.”Vittorio Parrino,” Dexter said, shaking his head with a laugh. “Fancy seeing you so far from home. I should be asking you the same thing.” he shouldn’t be as surprised as he was, it was just like him to venture out onto his own path. “Opportunities seem like less when you don’t need a real plan to do what I did. The high of it all disappeared, so I figured starting fresh somewhere I didn’t have a name would bring something back.” It wasn’t exactly the truth, that life didn’t call to him, but he couldn’t exactly admit to that with the current company.

Stretching out his arms like a messiah after he’d been addressed, Vittorio looked at Dexter with a grin, his chin slightly raised. “Have been around for quite some time already. You know, the usual business -- my own business,” he then corrected himself as to put more weight on the fact, that he’d created his own empire by now. Nodding at his old friend, Vittorio tried to get an answer out of the other. “So you are trying to find to re-brand yourself? As?” He genuinely started to become curious. Who would he be if not a perfect thief? In any case, Vittorio wanted him to be the same Dexter he used to be. “Don’t tell me Athos is growing on you? You want to be better? Come on.”